Month: September 2025

Last week an illegal alien from India, driving a semi-truck and trailer, made a wrong turn and smashed into a car, killing the three occupants of that car.

Now it turns out that the three dead people in the car were illegal aliens from Haiti, who had no more business being in our country than the guy from India did.

There’s something that just seems somehow Cosmic about illegal aliens wiping each other out. Can this be A Sign?

Little things, little unnecessary things that slow us down and get in our way, that never needed to be there. They’re just someone’s idea of how to squeeze a bit more profit out of us, with no concern of how much it might inconvenience us and PISS US OFF.

Like, for instance, ebay’s constant little changes, all designed to do exactly what I just said.

There’s a feature where, if you want to mark an auction to check back on, you click on “Add to Watchlist”. BUT BEWARE. The person who put up the auction has the option to send you AN OFFER, of a little lower price, if you add it to your watchlist. This only applies to Buy It Now items, not to bidding auctions.

If you want the item but would like to offer less, there’s that option. You can do it at will, and offer whatever you think is a good offer. All fine and good. But if the seller has chosen to send everyone an automatic offer who has added the auction to their watchlist, and you have added that one and a bunch others that you’re interested in for whatever reason, to your watchlist, suddenly your screen has, right at the very top where you can’t possibly ignore them, a scroll of offers that can get pretty long.

Now, if you never wanted these UNSOLICITED OFFERS in the first place, to get rid of them you must first click on them one by one, wait for the offer to come up, refuse the offer, return to your ebay dashboard to the next offer, do it again, and so on until you’ve refused all the offers.

Then you click in all the little boxes beside all the offers you refused, then go to the top and check the Refuse Offer box and click on Refuse Offers. In other words, you have to refuse each offer three times. Once on the sellers auction and twice on your ebay dashboard, and you had to do all this crap because you added the auctions to your watchlist.

This has become such a pain in the ass annoyance that I will no longer put anything on my watchlist that I’m not really, seriously interested in purchasing, and that’s because it might take me awhile to decide. I might be comparing different auctions of the same item, or I might be looking for a different version, or I might just be concerned about my budget and just bookmarking the thing for a reference.

But I will no longer watch-list anything “Buy It Now”, ever again. Thus, ebay’s greedy little ploy in total disregard of it’s nuisance value is neutered. Take that, ebay. Haha!

The moral to this story is that many small victories add up to one big fat one.

Sometimes it seems like everyone is dead. That’s because they are. Everyone I ever knew, anyway. I figured out a long time ago that it was a good idea to make friends with people who are younger than me, because I keep on living while they keep on dying. And they’re all gone now, even the youngest one, who’s a goddam alcoholic with diabetes who got some of those bogus Covid Jabs. I’m 86, she’s 57 and I expect to outlive her. I give her maybe a couple more years, she’s not in great shape.

I wrote on this awhile back but it deserves a second mention here. My best friend in the world, or so I thought, who is still alive, sort of, is also a diabetic and drinks way too much and takes a handful of various pills each day, had a stroke in March of last year and lost himself. He forgot all the shit he’d pulled on me and lied about and when I saw him after he’d recovered enough to drive and get around again, he told me all about it. What a revelation that was, to know that he’d been cheating and lying to me about money all those years.

Truth is, after the stroke he’s a totally different person and no friend of mine. Dead to me.

What got me started on this was wondering when my father’s mother croaked, because most of my relatives died in their middle 90’s except the ones who drank and drugged, and I’m trying to get a handle on what I may expect of remaining years. I’d guess another eight, absolute max, more likely another four.

So if I have any advice to leave you millions of readers out there, it’s this: If you expect to have a long life, make lots of younger friends, and check out their grand parents, make friends with people who still have great grandparents. Don’t end up sitting there wondering where the hell everyone went and why the phone never rings anymore except from telemarketers and medical appointment reminders.